He thought that maybe the gentleman saw their strength, so he didn't rush to take action.
But now at a critical moment, the old city god had no choice but to ask for help.
Chen Changsheng, who was outside the dilapidated courtyard, cursed in his heart when he heard this shout.
What does this have to do with me!?
Chen Changsheng felt helpless, but he had already boasted about his awesomeness before, so he couldn't just do nothing, otherwise it would be exposing his secret.
He didn't dare to say whether he could stop this evil spirit.
Now that the situation was like this, he couldn't care less about it.
Chen Changsheng reached out his consciousness and focused on the black energy.
But he never thought that his spiritual thoughts would condense into a large hand several feet wide.
He grabbed the black air.
The black energy was tightly squeezed by that hand, with nowhere to escape.
Song Zhishu was frightened.
"boom!"
A sound came from the palm, and the black energy was immediately crushed to pieces, and not even a scream was released.
Chen Changsheng looked horrified.
The City God and Yin Cha who were present all had their eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief.
When the giant hand dissipated and disappeared.
Wherever there is the figure of the evil ghost, he has already been under that palm...
The soul is gone!
Chen Changsheng withdrew his spiritual thoughts and suddenly came to his senses.
His lips were slightly open, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
This evil ghost...
Why can't you fight so hard?
The magic sword in the hands of the old city god dispersed, and the Yinzai in the dilapidated courtyard seemed to be relieved, and sat down one by one.
But I saw a piece of gravel floating down from the sky.
The Old City God watched the gravel float towards Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, stretched out his hand and caught the gravel.
"Buzz."
I saw the gravel emitting a faint light and turning into a strand of hair.
'It's really something that belongs to me...'
Chen Changsheng frowned slightly, suddenly feeling a little strange.
How could a single hair of my own have such power?
This is really incredible.
The golden physical form behind the Old City God disappeared, and he floated down from the air and landed in front of Chen Changsheng.
"Little God, thank you Mr. Chen for your help."
Hong Sancai also walked out of the small courtyard with a group of underworld patrols.
"I've met Mr. Chen."
Hong Sancai bowed his hands and showed respect.
Chen Changsheng quickly put away the hair, stretched out his hand to help the old city god up, and said to the crowd of underworld servants in front of him: "Old city god, you're welcome, all underworld servants, please stand up."
Hong Sancai's eyes changed when he looked at Chen Changsheng.
Today, he finally saw what immortal methods are.
The old city god said: "Mr. Chen, why don't we change the place to talk."
Chen Changsheng glanced at the dilapidated courtyard and agreed, "That's fine."
The old city god took Chen Changsheng away from here.
Hong Sancai and a group of shady people stayed behind to clean up the mess.
"Boss, who is this gentleman?" You Yinzai asked.
Hong Sancai turned around and said, "All you need to know is that Mr. Chen is someone even the City God would not dare to offend."
All the yinzai couldn't help but shudder when they recalled the palm just now.
Who dares to offend such a person!
Hong Sancai was thinking: 'Is this Mr. Chen's way of doing things...'
It's really daunting.
.
.
Chen Changsheng and Old Cheng Huang came to a teahouse in Qiuyuefang.
We chose a remote place and served two cups of hot tea.
The old city god took a sip of tea and said, "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Chen."
Chen Changsheng said calmly: "That's right. Since Chen is here, there is no reason to sit idly by and ignore it."
The old town god didn't expose the gentleman, he just thought that the gentleman was testing them.
The old city god breathed a sigh of relief and then said: "It is wrong for the little god to leave such a disaster in Qiuyuefang. If it weren't for sir, today would have caused a big mistake."
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen has also heard about this evil ghost. Speaking of which, Song Zhiyuan is also seeking his own death. This old matter can be considered settled."
After hearing this, the Old City God couldn't help but said: "When he turns into a resentful ghost, there will be no room for turning things around."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said: "Chen is a little confused. If Song Zhiyuan had not turned into an evil ghost, what would have happened to the young master of the Gao family in the end?"
When the old city god heard what the gentleman said, he naturally replied honestly: "Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded. After his death, he entered the underworld and had to repay all the mistakes he made in his life one by one. In fact, relatively speaking, he was swallowed up by Song Zhiyuan.
On the contrary, it gives him an advantage."
"Did he get an advantage?" Chen Changsheng asked.
The Old City God nodded and said: "Take the crimes committed by Young Master Gao before. After entering the underworld, he will be whipped for eighty years without stopping, and then sent to hell, where he will never be reincarnated."
Chen Changsheng understood, nodded and said: "This is reasonable."
Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil consequences. When you come to the City God, rewards and punishments should be clear.
Speaking of Song Zhishu, it is actually reasonable to have revenge and resentment. However, after his death, he no longer belonged to the human realm. The ghost realm and the human realm each have their own rules.
The grievances and grievances in the human realm should be managed by the government, while the good and evil in the ghost realm are managed by the city god.
Someone like Song Zhishu had already messed up the rules.
Moreover, his biggest mistake was not actually killing people, but implicating too many innocent people in the Gao family, which is why he ended up like this.
"A thousand mistakes lie in the human heart."
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh and said: "If the yamen were doing things honestly, the Wen family daughter wouldn't have died unjustly in court, and Song Zhiyuan wouldn't have been like this."
"The human heart is unpredictable."
The old city god sighed, added some tea to Chen Changsheng, and said, "Sir, don't blame me. As a city god, the little god only cares about things after people die. There is nothing the little god can do about life."
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and said, "Chen knows."
He just felt a little uncomfortable.
After all, there will be such dirty things everywhere, who made the world like this.
The old city god asked at this time: "By the way, sir, the little god has something to puzzle about. Where did the treasure used by Song Zhishu come from, and why can't even the heaven and earth magic sword be broken?"
"this……"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, raised his hand, and showed the hair in front of the old city god.
"This hair is made of gravel." Chen Changsheng said.
"A hair?"
"good."
"Whose hair?"
Chen Changsheng replied: "If Chen said that this hair is mine, would the Old City God believe it?"
The old city god glanced at the hair, then at Chen Changsheng, and said, "I believe it, how can I not believe it, but how did this hair get into the hands of that evil ghost?"
"It's my fault."
Chen Changsheng said: "When I left Qiuyuefang last time, I stayed in that small courtyard for a while. Maybe I left it behind at that time and happened to be picked up by the evil ghost."
The old city god said: "So that's it?"
Chen Changsheng actually still had doubts in his mind.
Why does one of my broken hairs have such power?
This is too incredible.
What puzzled him was not only the broken hair, but also his spiritual thoughts.
Chen Changsheng then asked: "Chen has one more thing he would like to ask the Old City God."
"Excuse me, sir."
"What realm can a monk in this world reach after practicing for three years?"
"Three years..."
The old city god replied: "This little god doesn't know very well, but the little god once saw some descriptions in a certain fairy book, which said that after entering the immortal path, it will take at least a hundred years to build the foundation."
He paused and asked in confusion: "Why do you ask this, sir?"
Chen Changsheng looked calm and replied: "Just asking."
He calmly picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
It seems that there is something wrong with my spiritual thoughts.